Music from the heart of the violin.

I'm looking around the room it's huge, around thousands of people are here in the seats watching us, and thousands of kids here participating in the event, it's a violin conteset, the air is flowing with that competitive vibes, I'm number 20 I'm standing in line ready to go on stage, the kid in front of me is crying, he isn't suited for this stuff, I look a head scanning the kids, the contest is for kids ages 6-8 years I'm in the age group of 7 year olds, im looking at the kids, they all are
either to excited or so scared their peeing their pants me, I'm in bettween I could careless, I don't want to be here... Then my breath catches, I'm seeing him, he's beautiful deep almost electrifying eyes, dirty blonde hair, taller then most but just tall enough for me, he isn't peeing his pants he isnt running around like a maniac, he's cool and collected, it seems he has lots of friends
here... Mabey I should go talk to him.. No... No bad idea... I've never been the
kind of kid who could hang with kids like him... He practically has popular
spelled on his forehead it's hopeless for me, I stand there stupidly staring at
him, soon I hear the announcer call number 17 he walks out of the crowd of
kids that surround him and enters stage, when the lIght hits him, he looks like
an angel... But then he plays his violin, The sound... The rythme... The tune so
smoothe so beautiful... Almost like water falling from the sky these sound that
comes from his violin are beautiful, I can feel his heart within the notes, it's warm yet sad telling me his story, then he's done I feel sad I want to hear more, I look down and wonder why I'm here, my talent is nothing comPared to his, I look up at him, he's walking back, he walks like a cat almost, his motions are graceful yet intense, I look down blushing as he walks by, I catch his scent, he smells sweet, i look up as they call number 18 I'm up, I walk to the centre stage, I hate this I have no place here for this, I slowly mount the violin agains my shoulder and chin and begin to play, my movements a delicate yet sharp, my song is mournful, with a hint of happiness the music moves thrOugh me, and it tingled my toes and fingers as I slid my fingers across the cords, everything merges together in hamony, I create the harmony this is my song, this song is my life's story, this song is my hearts cry, the song finishes and I exit the stages, I freeze as I see him number 17 staring at me, he smiles a little and walks up to me "you are very good" I stare at him like a moron "I-I-I ummm... T-thanks" I look down I'm blushing tO much I look like a freak probably, I can hear his voice though it sounded a cross between angels singing, and the ringing of wind chimes... Just beautiful. Soon I find us talking the more we talk the happier I become... The more madly in l feel, soon it's time to announce winners, I smile at him and wait for annoucments to be made... First they call 3rd, then 2nd, and now 1st, I knOw it'll be him, i know it... And I'm right, he takes 1st but then I hear my name yes, that's my name, I walk besides him a tie for first, I smile they give us necklaces, mine has the violin, his has the violin case, I smile my violIn fits inside of the case it's to good to be true, this is real I can feel it.... Wait... No... This is a dream... A memory, and then it's gone, the dream... Memory, I was having vanishes, I'm stuck in reality I won't every play the violin again... It wad to good to be true to see the violin in my hands I should've known... I slowly open my eyes to see the alarm clock, and I open my eyes to a new day.